Fireworks in the sky He does create.
More magnificent than any man can make.
Hear His voice murmur above the cloud
A crack, a boom it becomes so loud.
Crawling up from a crack, risks all to save
his buddy and friend from the grave.
The little beauty shines, tenacious now
You can only marvel and wonder how
Man can make but he can’t create, the little flower
Or ants that crawl around hour after hour.
Lessons in the morning, I watch them every day.
Time is wasted. Watch the rays
The morning sun, complex and take
Floats with one single cell you cannot make
Answers come in the shape of the cloud, the ant that works,
The miniscule flower, the sounds of nature often lurks
Within the shadows of an ugly concrete walk
So loud and clear He does talk.
Goes unseen and do not to kneel
The absolute proof that He is real.
But you are you and I am me
Exactly the way He intended it be.